i confess i'm messed up, dropping "i'm sorry" like you're still around

all of a sudden i had this inspiration.
now i can't resist the urge to start all over again.
such revelations.
songs leave cuts deeper than that of a knife.
but not like what love does.
i am flexible. i can imagine. i can pretend.
you can always do the same.
but i can do it better.
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i am craving for many things.
i am craving for chocolates.
i am craving for pistachios.
i am craving for the truth.
i am craving for love.

i am craving for you.

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"so bury me in memory."